This is a study room.
It looks similar to an ordinary study room in other people's homes. There is a large table in the middle. On the table is a large sand table with some models of strange creatures on it.
At the other end of the room is the desk.
An old man was reading at the desk. His face could not be seen clearly. His long white beard could be seen under the book.
Yuan Chenfei stood in the study room blankly, looking at the old man with a white beard.
The old man buried his head in the book: "So, are you the young man sent by Ikrel? Oh, it doesn't look like much."
He didn't even raise his head to look at Yuan Chenfei.
After thinking for a while, Yuan Chenfei replied: "Do you mean that I can leave?"
The old man finally raised his head.
It was the face of an ordinary old man, full of red light, and even wearing a pair of glasses.
He adjusted his glasses slightly and said, "You don't want to stay here?"
"I just don't know how I'm going to please you."
"To please? Why do you have to please? I'm just a lonely old man who wants to find someone to talk to."
Yuan Chenfei was surprised: "But I came from the circus, and my job is to please God. And... why are you lonely? You are God."
"The God of Loneliness." The old man replied: "My name is Mariel, and I don't like chatting. So in the circus's eyes, chatting with me is to please me. From this perspective, it's not wrong. But I need It’s just chatting, not laughing.”
"Well… "
Yuan Chenfei was speechless.
He was not used to this way of chatting.
But he still said: "I thought we were chatting now."
"Of course not." The old man shook his head: "We are not chatting."
"What are you doing?" Yuan Chenfei was completely confused.
"I'm talking to myself." The old man replied.
He came over and sat down in front of the sand table.
He looked at Yuan Chenfei: "How old are you? I mean, use your human cognition to explain."
"26 years old... not even one year old yet. Strictly speaking, I am 25 years old."
“What do you think chat is?”
Yuan Chenfei thought about this question seriously for a while and answered: "Communication. Exchange information through language communication, or gain ideological resonance."
"So do you think there was any exchange of information between you and me?"
Yuan Chenfei shook his head.
"Is there any ideological resonance?"
Yuan Chenfei shook his head.
The old man said: "So, we are not chatting, you are just listening to me talking to myself."
"But if you're talking to yourself, you shouldn't be asking and answering questions."
"You are still thinking according to human thinking. Do you know the difference between gods and humans?" the old man asked.
"Thinking."
"That's right."
The old man finally admitted, but then said nothing.
He sat there slowly in a daze.
Yuan Chenfei gradually understood.
He said: "So, only communication at the level of thought and touch can be considered a real chat?"
The old man said slowly: "You don't understand Si Tiao, not even God himself understands it."
"Can you tell me?"
The old man shook his head: "That cannot be expressed in words. If I can tell you Sichu in words, then you and I are just chatting. But Sichu is Sichu, and chatting is chatting. Now you are nothing, and I, Just talking to myself to a pet."
"It's like talking to a chicken." Yuan Chenfei murmured.
Now he is beginning to understand more and more the so-called gap between gods and humans.
That's not only at the level of strength, but also at the level of thinking.
To this lonely god, they were not chatting, it was just the old man talking to himself.
Realizing this, Yuan Chenfei began to use the power of his thoughts.
He released that feeling as much as possible and felt everything around him.
Then he was shocked to find that the space around him suddenly changed dramatically.
He seemed to be in an infinitely huge space, and an ancient being with infinite power was right next to him.
It was a completely different world, a completely different feeling.
Yuan Chenfei was shocked, but he did not withdraw his thoughts, but continued to feel.
As his perception continues to expand, countless information pours into his mind, most of which he cannot understand or even remember. Only occasionally some information can make him feel a little bit, but it is so far away. , strange, elusive.
There is also the endless, deep loneliness.
Existing in this seemingly eternal darkness and endless pressure made him feel extreme pain and discomfort, and the wild flow of information seemed to burst him.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, his body and mind were in a state of confusion, his spirit gradually became blurred, his consciousness became unclear, and his whole person gradually lost consciousness.
Until the thoughts could no longer bear it, and with a bang, everything disappeared.
Yuan Chenfei found that he was back in the study room again, and the lonely old man sitting next to him was still talking to himself.
"you understood?"
Yuan Chenfei covered his head and took a step back.
He sighed: "So many, so many... indescribable, indescribable... It turns out that we are really not chatting now... but we were just now."
"That's right, you were chatting with me just for a second." The old man said.
one second
Just for a second
It feels like a century has passed.
In that second, Yuan Chenfei felt that his head was stuffed with enough knowledge to allow humans to leave the solar system.
Of course, he didn't remember most of it.
Can't remember!
"Oh my God!" Yuan Chenfei murmured: "It turns out this is a chat between gods."
Just one second of chatting can make him, who is on the road to becoming a god, ecstasy.
"Well, thank you very much for chatting with me. You gave me a rare and precious memory." The old man replied.
"It's just a second."
The old man shook his head gently: "In the endless river of loneliness, one second is sometimes enough. Now, you can go back. Go tell Ikrel that I am very satisfied with his work, and he will get what he wants. need."
The old man said and waved his hand, and Yuan Chenfei disappeared.
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"What did he say to you?"
"What did he say to you?"
"What did he say to you?"
"Ah!" Yuan Chenfei woke up from a dream and found that he was back in the amusement park, and the clown was asking himself something.
"You asked me to ask you the same question three times." The clown pointed at Yuan Chenfei.
Yuan Chenfei was a little surprised: "Don't you know? You are a god, and he can inform you with just a thought."
"The God of Loneliness never has direct contact with other gods. I have no way of knowing anything that happens around him. No god can do that. Well, answer me now, what did he say to you? This is the fourth all over!"
"He said... go tell Ikrel that I am happy with his work and he will get what he wants."
"Oh!" The clown made a gesture of holding his heart with both hands: "Making customers satisfied is our greatest source of happiness. Of course, it would be even better if we could get a small reward."
Then he looked at Yuan Chenfei: "Of course, as a reward for your work, you will also get an extra gift."
He said and pointed at Yuan Chenfei's bracelet.
In the bracelet, the Weird Blade has undergone some slight changes.
But Yuan Chenfei is not interested in paying attention to Weird Blade now. He asked: "Since the God of Loneliness never communicates with other gods, how do you know that he needs someone to chat with him?"
"Are you spying on God's secrets?"
"Uh... if it's not convenient to say it, forget it."
"There is nothing inconvenient to say. The reason is very simple. We are gods and we will know."
A very strong reason indeed.
While saying that he doesn't know everything about the God of Loneliness, he also says that he can know it if he is a God.
Yuan Chenfei couldn't help but said: "So gods can contradict themselves?"
"Yes, God can create a stone that he cannot lift." The clown answered seriously.
It's really contradictory.
The Joker added: "But it wasn't easy, there are no words to describe it."
Yuan Chenfei can understand this.
The world of Si Touch cannot be described in words.
"So, God not only changes the laws of physics, but also changes philosophy." Yuan Chenfei said feebly.
"That's right!" the clown laughed.
"Do you still have any questions now?"
"I do not have anymore."
"Then...goodbye." The clown said and disappeared from the spot, taking the playground with him.
The professionals who were still queuing up at the amusement park were confused at the same time.
"what happened?"
A large group of people in line looked at each other.
"It's playground time." A voice came from the side.
Everyone followed the sound and saw that Yuan Chenfei was standing there, thinking about something. The sound came from his mouth, but it didn't seem like it was coming from his mouth.
He is thinking.
He is feeling.
The power of Si Touch filled his body again, making him feel unprecedented pleasure.
That's not powerful.
Thought contact does not need to be strong.
Just understand.
But now, Yuan Chenfei feels that he understands a little more.
It was because of this understanding that he said what he just said.
Because it was not what he said with his mouth, but with his thoughts and feelings.
He wanted to make a sound, and the sound came out.
Feeling this beautiful feeling, a smile appeared on Yuan Chenfei's face.
This smile is particularly unpleasant in the eyes of other professionals.
A grumpy professional came over cursing: "What the hell are you laughing at? Tell me, does the disappearance of the amusement park have something to do with you?"
Yuan Chenfei thought for a while.
When he came, the clown said he would disappear in half an hour.
But in fact, the time I spent here was much more than half an hour.
After half an hour, it was just talking.
The clown is waiting for himself, and when his work is over, the clown will leave.
Therefore, from this aspect of analysis, it is not an exaggeration to say that the playground disappeared because of itself.
So he nodded.
"Damn, it turns out you did a good thing." The professional angrily punched Yuan Chenfei.
So Yuan Chenfei glanced at him and said, "You won't hit me."
As soon as the professional was stunned, he couldn't punch anymore.
"You will hit yourself." Yuan Chenfei said again.
boom!
The professional's fist had landed on the bridge of his nose, and the force was extremely heavy, directly breaking the bridge of his nose.
Yuan Chenfei smiled: "My nose doesn't hurt now."